Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya like
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got cash to make a whole damn army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more than just Cool J
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in your video; here's the smoothing
Country who do you think you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To save the day and the now getting done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The first sign of the battle you little
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Your a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none
they ain't stable or able
And I bruise the party jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can battle
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't this
Your bitin' on the castle but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't believe you a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have
You better look in the mirror and re-think your
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't believe the suckers try to
you're new or older than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether you're swab or
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you feel the
You get I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let stop the violence
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm busier than ever before
Never more I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram